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Bronte was quite satisfied with Ducky's performance, and he could also hear Ducky's contempt for the people below.

This made him very happy. Perhaps, Darqi would be his confidant?

"Wow, Mr. Brontë, are these people your friends?" Dutch looked at the rich people in front of him, with flames in his eyes, trying to rob them all.

"No, no, no. Not all, but obviously, they are all afraid of me." Bronte said, pointing at Mayor Henry Lemieu: "Look at that poor man, he is Mayor Henry Lemieu."

"He can do anything for money, yes, anything." Bronte's tone was very excited. This feeling of mastering everything made him feel that this city belongs to him.

Dutch nodded: "Politics is a dirty business."

"Yes, yes, yes," Bronte continued, "Over there, it was Alberto Fosar, who had a sugarcane plantation on a small island to the south. He came here to hang out among prostitutes and find happiness."

Bronte said a few people in disdain, and then turned to the guy who tore a piece of meat off himself: "That guy, that guy is Hector Ferros, a self-righteous newspaper owner. If possible, I think you can kill him directly."

"Sorry, sir, we are not professional killers." Dutch retorted, although they did not tell Bronte about his identity as others, which made Bronte misunderstand him and others.

"I don't know you are still so particular?" Bronte's voice was a little gloomy: "Or do you want your friends to share the worries?"

"Oh, of course we are willing to help you share your worries, but it requires a legitimate reason." Dutch said, a strange light appeared in his eyes.

Brontë did not understand what Ducky was saying, because in St. Dennis, no one dared to refute what he wanted to do, except in recent times, a guy named Jason Henry has caused his interests to be damaged.

But he couldn't do anything, and he didn't have anyone to deal with that guy, but he returned in vain every time.

"I'll pretend I understand what you're saying." Bronte frowned.

Dutch knew that Bronte had misunderstood them, but he had no choice, because at present, Bronte was the dominant party, and they might have to use Bronte's power to do business.

"I have no intention of offending, sir." Dutch also didn't understand what Bronte meant, but he was a person who was very good at adjusting the atmosphere, so he was just sorry.

Bronte took a deep breath: "It's okay, it's okay."

"Look at these vulgar people." Bronte pointed to Wang Xuance who was looking for someone below: "Look at that, sir, that person, that yellow-skinned guy, if possible, I really want to kill him directly, but..."

The people around Bronte looked in the direction Bronte pointed, and they also saw the guy who had recently damaged their power, and, most importantly, they had no way to deal with him.

When Dutch heard Bronte's hateful words, he also looked in the direction of Bronte's finger. He did not expect that he actually saw an acquaintance, a guy he unexpectedly expected.

"Who is that person? Mr. Bronte wants to kill him directly?" Duqi looked at Wang Xuance who was looking for someone below, and his eyes also showed a surprised expression.

Although he knew that Wang Xuance's identity must be not simple, which can be seen from their usual communication, he did not expect that he could actually see Wang Xuance at the mayor's dinner.

He knew that it would be impossible for such a guy in the city to put a yellow-skinned guy in because of accidents. The discrimination trend here is too strong.

Arthur also saw Wang Xuance below. He had already been to Wang Xuance's mansion before. Although he felt that Wang Xuance must have a certain status in Saint Dennis, he did not expect that he could actually come to the mayor's banquet.

Moreover, Mr. Bronte, who they considered to have a high status, was so eager to kill him directly.

The most important thing is that Mr. Bronte obviously had no way to kill him, so he said such a shameful thing to them.

Yes, such a sentence is a shame for them, because if they really have the ability to kill the other party directly, they would not say such a sentence.

Bronte looked at Ducki. Although he felt that his tone was a little wrong, his subordinates knew this matter very well, so Bronte didn't mind talking to the two seemingly capable guys in front of him.

What if they have the ability to kill this monkey they don’t like?

"That guy, that guy appeared at the dock in St. Denis a year ago, and then disappeared. He returned to a wealthy man in St. Denis half a year ago, and then it had a great impact on my business."

"What a damn guy." It seemed to be incomprehensible to say so, so Bronte poked his head out and shouted in Italian: "You guys deserve to die, bastards."

Dutch couldn't understand Italian, but they seemed to be very happy when they looked at their expressions, but they also had their own things to do, so they had to say goodbye.

"Uh, it's a great time to chat with you, it's really like a spring breeze." Duqi said, and planned to go down and look for opportunities: "But I know you're very busy, so I won't disturb you much."

Bronte was also a little tired, so he said to the two directly: "Okay, no problem, then you go. Go and enjoy this banquet and make a name for themselves with these vulgar people."

"In this way, you may miss the happy time of pulling out your gun and shooting at a disagreement, living with a cow on the prairie." Bronte said, unable to help laughing.

Dutch frowned, but he knew that he was at a banquet, so he didn't want to lose his temper yet, but he decided to kill this guy if he had the chance.

Although Ducky couldn't understand Italian, he could see it clearly. Before, Bronte was mocking him and looked down on him from the bottom of his heart. Now he is actually mocking himself in English, which is simply unbearable.

Dutch also knew that his identity may be different from them, but they all lived in a new world of freedom in the United States, so why should the other party look down on him?

Is it because of the other party’s money? Or is it another identity?

Dutch didn't want to know this for the time being. He just wanted to find an opportunity to get some money and calm the emotions of the gang members. He could feel that there must be something that he didn't know about in the gang now that the undercurrents were surging in the gang.

"It's really a wonderful time. I wish you a good time, gentlemen." Dutch narrowed his eyes and looked at the guys opposite him who looked very unpleasant, planning to go down to find opportunities for others.

Bronte said politely: "So do you, but I want to know, what is your purpose for coming here?"

"We haven't...well." Dutch also remembered that they did not tell each other about their purpose of coming here. Before, although they took Xiao Jack away, their purpose of coming here has not been explained.

"We need money, we want a lot of money," Dutch said, looking at Bronte: "Sir, if you have the opportunity to make money, don't mind, please tell us."

"Yes, of course." Bronte thought for a while: "Well, you can get money at the tram station. They store a lot of cash there during the day. I can't do such things now, but I think you can definitely do it."

"Go and let it go. I believe you can do better, gentlemen. I wish you a good time." Bronte said, waved his hand and signaled that they could leave.

In fact, Bronte's words were not considered a fraud in Darchi and the others, because the tram station does have a lot of cash, but the premise is that you don't take it away in advance, because the cash will usually be sent directly to the Lemoen National Bank.

Dutch learned from Bronte that a good opportunity to make money, so he went downstairs with satisfaction. He planned to go downstairs to see if there were any other opportunities, whether Hosea and Bill had found any other opportunities.

Seeing Darci and the others left, Bronte said to the waiter next to him in Italian: "Now, give us good wine."

Dutch and Arthur followed the waiter who led them to see the waiter close a door. Dutch turned his eyes and said to Arthur in secret: "You can find an opportunity to enter the door later. There must be something we want in there."

"OK." Arthur responded.

The waiter Luka took Dutch and the other two to the first floor and led them to the front of a door: "Gentlemen, I wish you a good time. Please enjoy this night, and at the same time, you are welcome to St. Denis."

The two came to the small balcony on the first floor, where Hosea and Bill were also here. They were waiting for Dutch and the others to come down. If they couldn't get down, there would be a problem. They needed their support or retreat quickly.

"Go and find the mayor, but don't cause trouble, and don't steal things." Dutch said, then added: "Unless it's intelligence."

Arthur nodded: "Of course."

Dutch continued to instruct Hosea: "Hosea, go find a suitable place for robbery. Bill, make some new friends for us."

The two nodded as well, preparing to look for opportunities at the banquet.
Chapter completed!